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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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RIGHT VIEW
In the Jungle of the Worldand the Tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences. ‘This is me! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading
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Tagged butterflies, evil, good, Jungle, me, mind, mine, pain, Right View, sanity, sorrow, stars, Tangle of the Senses, Vice, virtue
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SEPARATISM
This flowering of the Human Spiritis a reaching outinto the empty wastelandof the egoic mindin search ofthe lost gardens of Eden. This fruitless endeavourto fill its wastelandwith memoriesof its past (My was)and thoughtsof its future (My will be) is stitched … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged future, Garden of Eden, gentle light, Here and Now, Human Sprit, me, memories, past, peace, separatism, thought, wasteland
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SEPARATISM
This flowering of the Human Spirit is a reaching out into the empty wasteland of the egoic mind in search of the lost gardens of Eden. This fruitless endeavour to fill its wasteland with memories of its past (My was) … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Eden, egoic mind, eternal, Flowering of the Human Spirit, forgiving, future, hungry, me, memories, peace, Projector, separatism, thoughts, universes, wasteland
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I, ME, MINE
In the Beginning (or perhaps a little later) there was I. And then, because I was lonely, there was me. And we got on like a house on fire! And, so that we could have something in common, there was … Continue reading
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Tagged beginning, French Revolution, house on fire, I, lonely, me, mine, Spanish Armada, Tony Blair, Vietnam
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FREE CHOICE
The waves come tumbling, hiss and roar, the southwest wind begins its blow. The old grey fisherman on the shore stares at each billow and asks once more, “Tell me, which one’s Joe?” The lettuces stand in rows quite straight, … Continue reading
ROBIN
First year robin sits inside a tree shaped by a storm, lives on its wits, sings through closed beak, plays hide and seek and looks at me. I am neither kestrel nor worm and so an object of mild curiosity. … Continue reading
I, ME, MINE
In the Beginning (or perhaps a little later) there was I. And then, because I was lonely, there was me. And we got on like a house on fire! And, so that we could have something in common, there was … Continue reading
